Actions Speak Louder Than Words Chapter 7

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Chapter 7

Never Gonna Be Over

He saw the little bitch the minute he stepped out of the car, she was strolling towards the stables and he was going to follow. When he finally caught up to her she was headed into one of the stalls.

"Hold up there Emma, we need to talk!" She stopped abruptly and turned towards him replacing the catch on the stall door. As she turned, the corner of her mouth eased into a smirk.

"What do you want John Ross? She made her way over to him unfastening his shirt, whilst pushing her pelvis up against his manhood. John Ross looked down at her, his cheeks somewhat flushed from drinking, his reaction delayed as he removed her hands from his now slightly exposed chest.

"What are you doin? Get away from me." He moved away whilst she remained rooted to the spot looking somewhat stunned and crestfallen. He attempted to refasten his shirt but gave up in frustration. "I told you... You and me? It aint never gonna happen again! Get it into your head! I don't want you! I never have! You were easy, you were available when Pamela wasn't! Did you really think I'd choose you over her?"

She squinted her eyes and settled her right hand on her slightly protruding stomach as she began to rub gently in circular motions. Her glorious golden mane cascaded around her face as she bent her head to look at her little package.

"Well I guess it doesn't really matter now, cos I've got the one thing your Precious Pampered little Pammie can't have. I've got your child growing in my stomach. I've got the next Ewing heir. I'm carrying John Ross IV and there isn't a thing you can do about it!" She raised her head and delivered her news with smug satisfaction.

John Ross visibly paled and clamped down hard on his jaw, pushing his hands in his pockets. He knew she couldn't possibly be sure because the test was scheduled for tomorrow. Clearly she was trying to rattle his cage. John Ross steeled himself at the idea of it and calmly surveyed her from where he stood as he scornfully spewed his next words with gusto.

"We both know that you were sleeping with Drew around the time you went with me and god knows how many other men. I doubt very much you'd be carrying my child. You see, the Ewing sperm's a little more... Choosy." Satisfied with his response he made to leave but before he could exit the barn she replied.

"Didn't stop your alcohol addicted mother from conceiving you!" His body went rigid, he could not move, his head began to throb; as much from the drink he had consumed, as from what she had just said. He turned slowly, he could see her stupid little smirk slowly slipping as her eyes widen with the realisation that she had gone a step too far.

"What did you say?" He took a few steps closer as she backed away; rubbing her hands nervously, glancing furtively for a route to escape. There was none.

"You heard me!" She felt sheepish but she refused to give him the satisfaction and in truth she had taken some pills earlier that morning, which always made her feel more invincible. "You don't scare me you wouldn't dare hurt me. Not after the lies I've already told about you. Why don't you use your Ewing charm instead, you know, like it was with us when we made love those times before?"

"Are you high? God dammit Emma you're pregnant! What about the baby?"

"Oh come on John Ross. The baby'll be okay, I didn't take that many, just enough to give me a buzz. I wouldn't need it if you'd stop being such a bitch and admit that you want me." She moved closer. "There's no one around, their all at the benefit, we could do it right here, come on..."

"You' gotta be outta you're mind if you think I'd ever touch you again. I've told you I wanna be with Pamela and it don't matter how you try and spin it that'll never change!"

"We could be so good together, here take some of these, you know you want to!" she reached into her purse pulling out a small plastic canister and extended her arm with the item contained in her hand. "It'll make you relaxed and we can be together. You don't need her, I doubt she'll ever be able to have babies again anyway. Stay married to her, that'll still work. I mean we can screw her for all she's worth. I'll have your baby and then; when she' lost everything, we can get married." Her face turned from a pleading temptress, to a deer that had been caught in the headlights, because just behind John Ross was her mother holding her shawl which had now fallen to the ground as she looked on in horror!

"I believed you! I. Believed. In You! Sue Ellen was right, everybody was right, your just a scheming manipulative spoilt little rich girl... How could I have been so gullible!" Ann moved slowly into the barn and stopped beside John Ross.

"It's not how it seems!" pleaded Emma her brain going into overdrive trying to formulate her excuse.

"Shut up Emma, I heard you! How could you?" Ann's face looked tortured.

"How much did you hear?" Panic had set in.

"All of it, I heard your voices as I approached, I was looking for you to give you your shawl, I couldn't believe my ears, the things you said,the things you've done, my god I don't really know you at all do I?"

"You don't understand I..."

"Don't. And you're taking drugs, you're pregnant, how could you? Give me you're purse." Emma sheepishly handed it over to Ann as her mother snatched it and began to address John Ross.

"I'm so sorry John Ross, I'm humiliated, can you ever forgive me? I've been such a fool. It wasn't you it's been my daughter all along!" I blame myself, If only I'd kept my eye on her all those years ago, she wouldn't have been taken. Things would have been so different!" Tears welled up in Ann's eyes as she looked at John Ross apologetically.

He couldn't deny his relief at the fact she had heard the truth but this whole mess had cost him dearly and he wasn't ready to forgive quite so easily, he hated the total devastation he witnessed in Ann's expression, however, he wasn't ready to forgive.

"She needs help, we'll get the paternity test done tomorrow so we can clear this mess up once and for all and then I want her off Southfork, I aim on getting Pamela back and she aint welcome around here no more. If the baby's mine, I'll set her up in an apartment somewhere and once it's born, it'll be raised here with me and Pamela.

"Over my dead body!" Railed Emma.

"Well darlin that aint the way I'd want it to be but there's not a chance in hell I'd let you raise any child of mine, so I guess it looks like, I won't be the only one, hopin that I'm not the daddy?"

"That barren bitch'll never agree to that!" screamed Emma. John Ross charged at her and came right up to her face. He wanted so badly to wring her neck, he grabbed hold of her and stared into her face murderously.

"Shut you're dirty little mouth! You're sick Emma and what you just said right then. Proves it. You aint human, there's not an ounce of compassion in you. I hope to god, that if the child aint mine someone intervenes to save it, cos having you as a mother means it's gonna need all the help it can get."

He moved away as Ann rushed towards her daughter, he could not make out what she said and he didn't care, it had taken all the mental capacity that wasn't dulled from the drink to prevent him from strangling the girl and he wanted out as fast as he could.

He made his way briskly if not a little unsteadily, towards the house, he went inside and poured himself a drink... He heard her before he could see her but he'd recognise that voice in a crowd of a million voices, she was just outside the patio doors. He could hear another voice, male, less familiar but not completely alien. Where had he heard that tone before, he carefully listened maybe the conversation would give it away.

"I'll get us a drink, shall I?" queried the male voice with a dash of humour.

"Okay that would be nice, you choose. Surprise me. You know what I like. I'll trust you, don't let me down!" Replied Pamela with girlish abandon.

She sounded so light and happy, totally opposite to how his time in exile away from her had him feeling. His stomach felt queezy, his head was throbbing. He raised his hand to his head and massaged his temple. What was that she said?

"I'll trust you! Don't let me down!" What he wouldn't give to have her utter those words to him. A few short weeks ago those phrases would have been his to keep... "You know what I like!" Jesus what in the hell did that mean...? He'd break the son of a bitch in half...

"You know I'd never do that Barnsey."

John Ross knew the instant the nick name was used. It had to be her childhood friend Seth. He had met Seth on several occasions; he didn't like him. There was something in the way he looked at Pamela, something in the way he always tried to steer conversation back to his and Pamela's past experiences, he was subtle but he wasn't fooled, he only tolerated him because it seemed to make Pamela happy.

The fact that he was here with her on what he knew, for her, would be a difficult occasion inflamed his already agitated state further. There was no way he was gonna be replaced by that... Spidey... was it? Geek Pussy more like it! What did she see in him anyway? He was not what he'd call good looking and certainly not her type. He was her type, he was her husband. To hell with divorce papers and Emma and everybody else who seemed to want a piece of his marriage and his woman.

He stepped out cautiously maneuvering himself onto the patio; he wanted to ensure their first meeting in weeks was not tarnished by his slightly inebriated state, he needn't have bothered, she was no longer there. He scanned the area until his eyes located her. As usual, she was breathtaking. Her hair was swept up into a sophisticated chignon with a few loose tendrils, adding to the seductive allure for effect. She was wearing a sheer black floor length alter neck evening gown. Most of her back was completely exposed but the material draped seductively just below the base of her spine. He could see Seth standing beside her, having retrieved her drink, his hand nestling comfortably at the small of her back as he guided her through the crowds to the far end of the gathering.

That was his job, his girl, nobody touched her like that. Hell no! He'd have to be cold in his grave before he'd allow that to happen. He whipped his hands out of his pockets and began to move towards them. Before he had barely moved a hand was placed firmly on his shoulder.

"Pamela's looking smoking tonight cousin, who's the guy?" It was said with such glee and in a deeply mocking tone that John Ross wanted to inflict physical harm! He shrugged his cousin off, then turned and gave him the benefit of his "Don't fuck with me or mine stare!" and proceeded towards her again.

"Hey! John Ross, I wouldn't go over there right now, you look like you've had too much to drink and causing a scene isn't gonna help you with Pamela, especially tonight!"

"And just why do you care so much, do tell cousin?" His eye's glinted like steel as he turned and faced Chritopher.

Christopher was grating on his last nerve, added to his earlier encounter with Emma, combined with geek boy pawing Pamela, topped with the unlimited amount of drink he had consumed... He didn't have a great deal of restraint left... He was in no mood for his cousin's bullshit!

"I told you, that I'd be looking out for Pamela and I meant it! You ruining tonight would be just about the lowest thing you could do to her right now and if you really want her back I suggest you back off and leave her be!" Christopher's advice was sound but it came like a red rag to a bull, John Ross turned and lunged at his cousin. Christopher stood near the entrance to the patio doors and as John Ross reached him, he side-stepped and John Ross toppled into the doorway.

Bobby and Sue Ellen appeared as if by magic, Bobby ushered him quickly inside, motioning to Christopher to follow. Sue Ellen scuttled along behind, sighing and shouting her son's name trying in vain to get him to calm down. John Ross attempted to resisted his uncle's restraint aided by Christopher, however, he was in no fit state to do much about it. They closed the patio doors behind them and made their way to the study, all the while John Ross was cursing and rambling.

"John Ross!" Admonished Bobby, "For god sake get a grip!" John Ross finally managed to shake himself free from the vice hold his uncle had over him and collapse into a chair near the desk.

"What give's uncle Bobby?" He felt a little dis-orientated. " I gotta go talk to Pamela!" He tried to get up but missed his hold on the arm rest and flopped back into the seat.

"Your not going anywhere till you sober up, do you really think you'll win Pamela over in that state?" reasoned Bobby, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disapproval.

"I'm done with this bullshit, I'm getting Pamela back and ya'll better stay outta my way!" Sue Ellen glanced at Bobby and gave him a knowing nod to signal that she wanted to be alone with her son. Bobby ushered Christopher towards the exit, unfortunately Christopher could not resist one last comment before he left.

"I say we let him be, his already ruined things between him and Pamela, he's a hot head and he aint gonna listen, she's better off without him... Huh, seems to me she's already moved on and almost every red blooded male here tonight will be making a bee line for her, he's done she'll never take him back!"

John Ross was instantly on his feet closing the distance between them like a lion as it pounces on it's prey. This time he was accurate in his assault making no mistake; landing a punch which sent Christopher tumbling to the floor. In his haste to attack his cousin, Sue Ellen; who had been making her way towards her son, went flying and slammed vigorously into the bookcase causing an instant shooting pain in her wrist as she used her hand to try to steady herself.

John Ross went berserk, he was like a crazed animal. He followed Christopher to the floor leaping on top of him, pounding him repeatedly, whilst shouting at the top of his voice.

"I warned you boy, Pamela aint none of your concern. It aint over between us... It's never gonna be over and all this crazy bullshit you keep spouting is only gonna land you in Dallas Memorial!" Bobby was struggling to pull John Ross off Christopher,

"Get off me you crazy son of bitch... You're drunk!" Those words only inflamed him more.

"Sue Ellen?" A voice could be heard from the other side of the door, In the midst of all the commotion no-one had noticed the study door swing open. All eyes turned towards the open door to reveal Pamela, who's face went from bright and breezy to total shock and horror. She took in the scene before her and immediately noticed Sue Ellen standing nursing her arm.

"Oh my God! Sue Ellen are you okay... let me see?" As she studied the injury she continued to speak, "What in the hell is going on...?"

What's your guess? What will happen next? Will John Ross convince Pam to take him back? Will the paternity test prove John Ross to be the father of Emma's baby? Will Emma finally go away? Will we finally see a face to face between Pamela and Emma? Is Seth really as nice as he seems, or is it too early to tell?

Some of the answers to these questions will be revealed in the next chapter. Stay tuned to find out! See you soon guys ;)